Pat became consumed pleasing herself. She had no idea I was stroking my cock, the head not far from her lips. I watched as Pat's body stiffened. Her h...ps lifted and her hands froze. Pat's whole body quivered as she reached another more intense climax. Her moans had reached a fever pitch. Me, I was ready to shoot my load. I pushed Pat's hands away and partially inserted three fingers into Pat's cunt. She was tight, her muscles were contracted, she was still cumming. I persisted and forced my. That she would really need to masturbate. That she would excuse herself to the bathroom and remove her panties, put them in her bag and then return to the sofa. I instructed her to then slip her hand under the waistband of her skirt and start to slowly and quietly play with her pussy. I told her that if she was discreet enough I would not even notice, and that the more I didn’t notice the more effort she could put into it. I also told her that the closer she came to cumming the more she would. It doesn't seem to vary sideways. That's a plus. We just have to determine the angle it takes so we can meet it twenty-five feet down."I watched as Jack walked back toward the cap rock, stood still, tightened his hands on the switch, and then released them. He did this every three feet. I was curious so I asked, "What are you doing?" Getting the angle of the water channel. I calculate, at fifteen feet from the cap rock the vein is about thirty-two feet below the surface. At twelve feet away it. She went through the throes of a massive climax that caused her to flop forward on his chest, his iron-hard cock still buried in her cunt.In a somewhat dazed state, she realized her father was lifting her off his cock and placing her on the bed on her stomach. She felt his hands on her hips, lifting them and placing the pillow under them as he spread her legs wide.Her face was laying on her crossed arms on the bed, with her shapely ass lifted into the air. She felt her father begin to run his.